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Hello all.
Lately, a lot (and yet, nothing at all) has been happening. I am too tired to actually construct a coherent entry, and will, as a result, resort to numbering events.
1. The hugest thing, of course (as I can't stop talking/thinking about it) is my going away next year. I don't even know where, to be honest. At first I was all 'SPAIN', then I was all 'SOUTH AMERICA' and now I'm honestly not sure where they're sending me. My biggest fear is that I'll go some place that doesn't speak Spanish OR English. I'll learn the language of the area pretty quickly, though, so that might not be so bad. My second biggest fear is actually socialising when I get there. Will it be easier than socialising here? Will it be harder? Will people even want to be my friend after the 'foreign kid' novelty wears off? Oh well. I have to take this leap of faith; I have a feeling that I'll come back a little more confident than when I left. Plus, Tom's going to just looove being away from me for nine months.
2. GRAAAAADES! And this time around, in a good way. This year, I decided 'HEY. I'M GOING TO TRY MY ASS OFF FOR ONCE AND ACTUALLY PULL FOR ALL A'S! ISN'T THAT A CRAZY IDEA'. So, yeah. Lately, I've been getting pretty much all A's (albeit, a few B's here and there, but I'm still adjusting, mind you). I got high honours on my last report card, and in general, things seem to be looking up. I feel like I'm not even trying for the grades anymore, even though I am. I think I've just grown desensitised to what is trying. And it's pretty damn awesome.
3. This isn't really quite as huge, but I think it's worth mentioning: THANKSGIVINGGGGG! Yeah, I'm going to my dad's house for Thanksgiving again. I'm not sure if it will be a disaster, but if it is, at least it will be a TASTY disaster. My dad had better make bachola (which is what I think it's called...) this year. I don't honestly give two shits whether Milla hates the smell; it's a once in a year kind of thing; she'll have to suck it up! And they always have these savory little pies on the coffee table and just HHHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGgggggggg. I'm dreading it, but at the same time, I'm shitting bricks in excitement.
And actually, that's it.
Lately, a lot (and yet, nothing at all) has been happening. I am too tired to actually construct a coherent entry, and will, as a result, resort to numbering events.
1. The hugest thing, of course (as I can't stop talking/thinking about it) is my going away next year. I don't even know where, to be honest. At first I was all 'SPAIN', then I was all 'SOUTH AMERICA' and now I'm honestly not sure where they're sending me. My biggest fear is that I'll go some place that doesn't speak Spanish OR English. I'll learn the language of the area pretty quickly, though, so that might not be so bad. My second biggest fear is actually socialising when I get there. Will it be easier than socialising here? Will it be harder? Will people even want to be my friend after the 'foreign kid' novelty wears off? Oh well. I have to take this leap of faith; I have a feeling that I'll come back a little more confident than when I left. Plus, Tom's going to just looove being away from me for nine months.
2. GRAAAAADES! And this time around, in a good way. This year, I decided 'HEY. I'M GOING TO TRY MY ASS OFF FOR ONCE AND ACTUALLY PULL FOR ALL A'S! ISN'T THAT A CRAZY IDEA'. So, yeah. Lately, I've been getting pretty much all A's (albeit, a few B's here and there, but I'm still adjusting, mind you). I got high honours on my last report card, and in general, things seem to be looking up. I feel like I'm not even trying for the grades anymore, even though I am. I think I've just grown desensitised to what is trying. And it's pretty damn awesome.
3. This isn't really quite as huge, but I think it's worth mentioning: THANKSGIVINGGGGG! Yeah, I'm going to my dad's house for Thanksgiving again. I'm not sure if it will be a disaster, but if it is, at least it will be a TASTY disaster. My dad had better make bachola (which is what I think it's called...) this year. I don't honestly give two shits whether Milla hates the smell; it's a once in a year kind of thing; she'll have to suck it up! And they always have these savory little pies on the coffee table and just HHHHHHNNNNNNNGGGGgggggggg. I'm dreading it, but at the same time, I'm shitting bricks in excitement.
And actually, that's it.